A Cup Of Tea(rs)

Sitting there we are resting
In a snoozing afternoon
Talking there we are smoking
Drinking our own tears.
Playing cards on the floor
Dying sun at the door
Smoking here we are crying
Drunk at five o'clock

Smoke and dream and drink again
We are not alive, we are not dead
Resting there I feel older
Then the ocean and then the stars
Smoke and talk and drink again
Not dead but dying
Standing here I'm drunk
With my cup of tears.

The sitting room is gloomy now
Our conversation is gloomy too
Liquid sorrow has filled the cup
And now we're so tired
Sitting there we are sleeping
Drunken by the juice of pain
We've got lost, I've got lost
In a cup of tears

Smoke and dream and drink again
We're not alive, we are not dead
Resting here I feel older
Then the ocean and then the stars
Resting here we are burning
In our dreams , In our wake
Deceived by the old lamp
the curtain is lit up.
The sitting room is burning
The poisoned ones are landing.
Four miserables are overcame
Not happy and neither sad
Deceived by the old lamp.
Deceived by ourselves.


Inner Glory